Ahmad Shamlou: Excerpts from Elegies of the Earth
Is it old age
to coil inward like a cloud
and thunder without rain?
Mary Jane White: Summer in Waukon, Iowa
The curly-haired cherub, maybe
Eleven, if that, seated on a concrete step,
In his grey t-shirt, blazoned with the
Slogan “Virginity Rocks” is plucking
The late dandelions and rolling them up
Into spit-wads…
Alfred McCoy: America’s New Industrial Revolution
Ten years from now, Trump will be remembered ruefully for having used the full force of presidential power in a failed, futile effort to halt the tides of technological change that, by then, will have launched this country headlong into the world’s new industrial revolution.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Petition for this Day
May my modest routines appease me today, I who
raged against them for so long —
Sharon F. McDermott: How to Love a Transcendentalist
Walking across the quad, on my way to my first class, my senses swooned at the sight and scent of blossoms capping the apple trees with billowing clouds. Pink and white petals perfumed the air and spiraled down on breezy days. Bees hummed in the canopies; birds nested there.